She strolls by.

Calm, cool, collected.

She shuffles through the fallen leaves,

crunching at every step.

The wind starts to rise,

and blows her hair in all directions.

She leaves in a hurry.

I don't see her for a while.

Months pass by.

Then she creeps up on me.

She was struggling.

She was freezing.

Stumbling through the snow.

She plumits to the ground.

Limping towards the door,

trying to get in the house.

She's just trying to find a place of security.

Then,

she's gone.

Leaving us all wondering

will she ever come back?